I’ve been laid up for over a week with my bum foot. My toes and the ball of my foot are no longer swollen, but with a twinge remaining, I have done the smart thing and quit running. Even though the temperatures have been incredible. Even though I dread working out in my basement. Even though… well, anyway… I quit.
As bummed out as I am over my foot, I’m even more bummed that my new shooz may have been the cause. I really love them, but my extra wide left foot doesn’t like the narrow toe box. I exchanged them for a bigger size, but they’re just longer. Not wider. So they’re going back too, and I decided I needed some expert advice. I stopped at the running store on my way home, took the advice they gave me for fat-footed people, and headed home to research. My sources have been pretty reliable in the past. (The internet and Abby) I bought the NEW new shooz today and hope to try them out tomorrow. With luck, I’ll be happy and pain free.
We’ve had some recent good luck in other areas, so I’m feeling pretty good it’ll continue. A few weeks ago we contacted a realtor to let him know we were looking to rent. He just so happens to own a home that he rents to a lady who’s having trouble making payments and needs a cheaper place to live, and so he would love to rent it to us instead. *deep breath* We raced to take a look at it. It’s young, has 3 bedrooms, 2 baths, an unfinished basement and a 2-car garage. We’ll take it! The current lessee can be out by September 1 and we can move in shortly thereafter.
I now have motivation to start going through our boxes of stuff. We have piles of stuff around the house. Some to donate, some to store, some to take with us, and a LOT to trash.
We also got up the gumption to go stove shopping for our new buyers. We drove the 40 minutes to our nearest shopping area and searched through a few different stores before calling the buyers. “How would you feel about buying your own oven and we’ll pay you back.”
With that deal done, we headed to Chick-fil-a for dinner. We’ve never eaten at Chick-fil-a, but it was close, and we like chicken, so we pulled in. We were greeted by a young guy in his 20s who later informed us he’d worked at chick-fil-a for many years and married another Chick-fil-a employee. Upon hearing we’d never been there before, he stepped around the counter to help us decide what to order. Within minutes we knew what we wanted. He quickly rang us up and told us to put our money away. Our first meal would be on him.
The night was getting better and better! We didn’t have to pick out an oven AND we got to eat for free? And it tasted good too! I’m sure we’ll be back. Just not on a Sunday…
Now, if only this luck will continue during my run tomorrow. (Please please please….)
I miss it!